Foxgirl Anyone?
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sam Spade's AI, Juicy Lucy, hailed with a distress call from a sleek unidentified space cruiser saying their turbo thrusters were inoperative. He was all gung ho to go help, but Juicy had a sneaky suspicion something was fishy, he should go "locked and loaded.” Well… four foxgirls later, Juicy was right!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Science Fiction Aliens Furry DomSub Polygamy/Polyamory Oral Sex Squirting AI Generated
Sam Spade was three weeks into a milk run from the Centauri colonies back to Earth when Juicy Lucy’s voice crackled through the bridge speakers.
“Boss, picking up a distress signal. Bearing two-seven-zero, about fifty thousand klicks out.”
Sam looked up from his protein bar—something the label optimistically called “beef and cheddar” but tasted like recycled boot leather. “What kind of distress?”
“Vessel dead in the water. Just drifting. No active propulsion signature.” Lucy paused. “Want me to hail them?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
The comm crackled to life, and a breathless female voice filled the bridge. “Oh please, please help us! Our turbo thrusters have gone askew! We’re completely stranded!”
Sam frowned. Something about that voice seemed ... off. Too breathy. Too urgent for a simple thruster malfunction.
“You better have your guns locked and loaded,” Lucy said dryly. “Sounds like you might be in for a hard ride over there.”
“Lucy—”
“Whoever was transmitting was sure breathin’ heavy, boss. Just saying.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s probably just panic. People get stressed in emergency situations.”
“Uh-huh. And I’m a toaster oven.” Lucy’s tone turned pointed. “Protect the family jewels, Sam. They’re more precious than unobtanium.”
“You’re being paranoid.”
“I’m being a realist. You’re being a sucker for a damsel in distress.”
Sam ignored her, keying the comm. “This is the Lazy Susan. We copy your distress. What’s your status?”
The breathless voice came back immediately. “Oh thank the stars! We’re the Crimson Tail out of ... out of the Vixen system. Our thrusters just failed and we’re drifting. Can you help us? Please?”
Vixen system. Sam didn’t recognize it, but that didn’t mean much. There were tens of thousands of registered systems in this sector alone.
“I can take a look,” Sam said. “Bringing my ship alongside now. Stand by.”
“Oh, you’re our hero!” The voice practically purred.
Lucy made a sound that might have been a snort or a warning klaxon. Hard to tell with AIs sometimes.
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